Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 407: 405, Ryan’s Daily Life

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June 19th.

The morning sunlight in Switzerland was stunningly beautiful.

But the members of the Dusk Bell Church didn’t feel that way.

From Matthew down to the core members, everyone’s condition had deteriorated.

They couldn’t even manage to hold their daily morning meeting.

Yes.

Last night, they started vomiting and suffering from diarrhea again.

In a luxurious room.

Matthew lay in bed, his eyes lifeless, gazing faintly at the sunlight outside the window.

The more splendid the sunlight, the more irritating he found it.

“I didn’t eat anything yesterday, so why am I still suffering from diarrhea?”

“Lord, is this Your punishment to me?”

Matthew was beginning to despair.

Since the Dusk Bell started to collectively experience vomiting and diarrhea, he had stopped eating, relying on just sipping water.

But even that hadn’t spared him from the ordeal.

Matthew had suspected the food, but found nothing wrong with it.

He had also suspected the water supply, yet found no problems there either.

Now, the water he drank was specially purchased pure water, not only disinfected through modern industrial processes but also boiled before he dared to drink it.

However, the vomiting and diarrhea persisted.

“Fortunately, it seems the church has now turned its conflict towards the Veda Sect; otherwise, given the current situation of Dusk Bell, we would have absolutely no ability to combat it.”

Matthew even felt that if Dusk Bell’s troubles were not resolved soon,

it’s possible that in a short period,

all members of Dusk Bell would end up vomiting and suffering from such severe dehydration that they’d need to be admitted to the ICU.

“No… that absolutely cannot happen.”

Matthew couldn’t accept the idea of the dignified Dusk Bell Church, an organization dedicated to hunting Evil Spirits, ending up in such a farcical and miserable state.

“I need to find a reliable person to handle this matter.”

“But now, it seems the only person not affected by the disease in the Dusk Bell Church is Ryan, right…?”

“Wait a minute…”

Matthew suddenly sat up in bed, squinting his eyes in doubt, and said, “Why is Ryan fine? That shouldn’t be the case…”

“Even if his Evil Spirit Transformation Ability is somewhat special, he is still flesh and blood. It’s not possible for him not to eat or drink.”

“I’ve been affected, but he hasn’t suffered in the slightest.”

“Something’s not right…”

“Could it be that I’ve been thinking too complicatedly from the start, and in fact, he’s the one behind all this?”

“No, that’s not right either, why would he do such a thing?”

“And if he dared to do it, he would certainly be discovered.”

“Unless the real mastermind deliberately avoided him.”

Gradually, Matthew felt like he was on the verge of uncovering the truth of the matter.

He turned his head and looked towards a certain corner.

“Tiquel…”

Matthew called out.

The next second.

Some mist emerged from the corner, and a pale man with lifeless eyes walked out.

“Your Excellency, you have orders for me…”

Tiquel’s voice was weak and feeble, and he was holding a roll of toilet paper..

Clearly, he was getting ready to use the restroom.

Upon seeing this, Matthew felt a churn in his stomach but forcibly suppressed it.

“Is James awake yet?”

Tiquel said languidly, “Not yet, but Ryan is looking after him. Ryan mentioned that James should wake up naturally at 9 a.m.”

After being electrically treated by Ryan yesterday, James regained consciousness.

But as soon as he saw Ryan, whether from shock or something else, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.

Matthew sneered, “Wake up naturally at 9 o’clock? You actually believe the words of a lunatic?”

“I’m very sorry, Your Excellency.”

Tiquel looked embarrassed.

But Matthew waved it off, “Go keep an eye on Ryan. I want to know everything he does every day, who he has contact with, all the details. You must report everything to me without any omissions.”

Tiquel nodded and said, “As you command, I will go right now.”

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Sweat broke out on his forehead as soon as the words fell.

I need…

I need to go…

…

At this very moment.

James’s eyes were shut tight, lying in a bed in the room, unconscious.

Next to him.

Ryan, wearing his white coat that he never washes, looked very serious as he observed James’s expression.

He rolled up the sleeve of his right hand.

Revealed was a watch drawn with a pen.

The lines were all crooked, and it looked very ugly.

“Something’s not right…”

“I seem to have forgotten something.”

Ryan squinted his eyes and reached into his pocket for a pen, adding a couple of strokes to that watch drawing.

“Heh heh… just in time for nine o’clock.”

The next second.

James, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Heh…”

James opened his mouth, looking extremely confused.

He felt terrible right now.

Weak all over, he couldn’t remember what had happened earlier at all.

His head was dull like mush.

The moment he tried to recall, he felt an urge to vomit.

It seemed that before he fell unconscious, he had encountered some sort of terrible event.

Seeing this, Ryan said seriously, “Patient James, this is the second time you’ve woken up, how do you feel?”

James replied subconsciously, “I feel awful, am I dying?”

His mind was still foggy, barely conscious.

The scene in front of him reminded him of his time at the church hospital.

He was having difficulty distinguishing between reality and illusion.

Ryan said with gravity, “Rest assured, I’m an excellent doctor. As long as you’re my patient, death is not an option.”

James sighed in relief, “Thank you.”

Ryan waved his hand nonchalantly, “No thanks needed, just settle the medical bill.”

James asked tentatively, “How much do I owe?”

Ryan said with a chuckle, “Not much, just give me a hundred billion.”

“A hundred billion?”

“I give you a hundred billion?”

James’s face changed as he suddenly came to his senses.

“Wait a minute? Ryan, what are you doing in my room?”

“Right, what am I doing in your room?”

Ryan scratched his head and muttered, “Could it be that I came to use the toilet?”

The mention of using the toilet.

James’s face turned dark, “Get out, I don’t want to see you right now.”

He realized that his memory seemed a bit problematic.

He couldn’t remember anything that happened before he fell unconscious.

But Ryan got angry.

He looked at James in disbelief, angrily saying, “I’m your attending physician, is this how you treat me?”

James, trying to hold back his impatience, said, “I’ve forgotten many things, I need some peace right now.”

Ryan spat disdainfully onto the floor, “Don’t fucking change the subject, hurry up and pay your medical bill.”

“You can’t be so poor that you can’t come up with a hundred billion, can you?”

“James, don’t tell me you’re as broke as Matthew.”

James was stunned, “Who’s Matthew?”

Ryan said impatiently, “It’s Matthew, the crazy director of the Dusk Bell, the one the director talked to me about yesterday. He said Matthew has lived for several hundred years, an old son of a bitch, and also said he’s dangerous.”

“Damn it, I was thinking of offing him before, but now it’s making me a bit chicken.”

Hearing this.

James furrowed his brows; he remembered the leader of the church’s Hunter Organization was also named Matthew.

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